Glint (The Plated Prisoner, #2)

by Raven Kennedy

I’ve been bending over backwards for so long that I forgot I even had a spine.

How did I look into his eyes every day and not see that when he looked back, he was devoted to the gleam of my skin rather than the love of my heart? How did I miss the blinding truth that’s been there all along? How did I mistake an owner for a lover?

I hold the weight of wealth in my hands, and it’s so damn heavy to carry.